One of the most important things I've already learned from my studies in English/Creative Writing comes down to one piece of advice I found more helpful than I initially expected it to be. My professor during the last quarter was a published author, and knows first hand how difficult it is to "make it" in … Continue reading One Hundred “No”s
My second year at the UW has finally arrived and I could not be happier to be back! I love this school so much, and not only do I have the best on campus job, but I have wonderful friends who are like family, and a beautiful, spacious room to call home this year. I … Continue reading UW Chapter 2
I remember the darkness of my room at eight in the morning, two days before I turned 16. The gentle taps on the door, the click of the knob opening and then closing, quiet footsteps retreating from my bedroom. I remember walking downstairs at eight-thirty, still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and finding … Continue reading Three Years Later: What I Do and Do Not Remember
I joined a rock painting/hiding group at the beginning of the summer. I didn't really think too much of it, maybe it would be fun to see what other people were painting. Then my mom found her first rock in a tree while we were walking, and she got so excited about it that we … Continue reading So, I paint rocks..!
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